got a tingle in my back and something sparking in my toes I get the shivers through my body when that trumpet blows and while asleep I am awake and while awake
demon in my bed They?re both keeping me awake I?m gonna sing so you can hear I?m gonna sing away your fear I?m gonna rock you to sleep I?ll sound the trumpets
your slumber Awake from your slumber Awake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers Long live revolution And the spinning wheel Awake awake
In the depths of Hell where you dream in silence Sound the trumpets into the crimson sky I am awake! I am awake! I am awake! Scrolls of a millennium
your slumber, awake from your slumber Awake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers Long live revolution and the spinning wheel Awake, awake
saves from the chastening rod Seek the way pilgrims trod, Christians awake Jesus is coming soon, morning or night or noon Many will meet their doom, trumpets
always be strong And always be proud of your identity But don't be governed by treasonous fools To enforce their tyranny Spoken: Oh, silver trumpet
A:prince rupert awakes Farewell the temple master's bells His kiosk and his black worm seed Courtship solely of his word With eden guaranteed. For now
We are the chosen of an eternal kingdom Revelling in our heresy We are the conquerors, spurned by the northwinds Our trumpets wailing sounds of doom Our
Saves from the chastening rod Seek the way pilgrims trod Christians awake Jesus is coming soon Morning or night or noon Many will meet their doom Trumpets
lair Awaits the trumpets blare And the gods are sleeping No one left to hear our prayers The ancient gods are waiting for the call From the seven trumpets
you I've never tried for fame You'll never know my name I am the strings that enter softly Or three guitars That glitter gold I am the thousand trumpet
: Keranen] As the sun rises I see our banners flowing in the wind And the sounds of trumpets calling for war All that night I lay awake Thinking you
our way Gotta change our part in the master plan For another break in the race And the trumpet sound will soon be heard As the dead in mind awake And
Gomorrah The end days are coming The Mullah sent away the sun The drummers drum and the motors hum And the trumpet players make the chords Sound awakes
sleeping death shall come. And how the light it tempts me, I hear the trumpets call. Tasting the lips of angels, My soul is ripped apart. Lost, awake
